Women dressed as men: powerful officials

Xuyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no lamp and the room was pitch dark.

But she could hear someone running quickly on the roof behind the sound of rapid raindrops.

Judging from Bei Yao’s reminder, he should not be his person.

So, the person who came is... a killer!

Xuyuan's fingers gently fell on his waist, and he asked, "Escape?"

"There are too many people, and we can't escape."

Bei Yao finished speaking in a low voice and gently stood up.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan also lifted the quilt.

The moon is like water, and it is even quieter on rainy nights.

There was no movement outside, but Xu Yuan knew that there must be a lot of people coming, and each one of them was well-trained.

Beiyao asked: "Are there any weapons?"

"Does the iron catalpa count?"

"..."

Beiyao didn't know what to say.

It was at this moment that a "ding" sound spread in the darkness.

Bei Yao pulled Xu Yuan to squat down, looking at the sharp arrow shot at the window, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He has no weapon.

He originally had a knife on him, but when the temple was destroyed, he made a wish and only took it with him.

He was just worrying about not having any weapons when the group of people outside brought them to him.

Following the sound of a bolt of lightning that pierced the sky, countless sharp arrows followed.

Bei Yao looked at the window and said, "There are many of them. Find a corner in the room to hide."

The target is him.

If he went out, that group of people would only pay attention to him.

It is safe to make a wish.

Xu Yuan also guessed Bei Yao’s thoughts. She put her fingers on her waist and felt a little embarrassed.

She was not without weapons.

There is a soft sword at her waist.

But... that was the only thing she could use to defend herself.

But can her mediocre skills handle so many people?

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan made up his mind. Just when he was about to speak, Bei Yao stood up and slid out with the help of the window.

Holding the arrow feathers on the window, Bei Yao stood under the eaves with his hands behind his back and chuckled: "I didn't expect you to think highly of me and send so many experts here. Do you know who I am?"

His sharp laughter is like the sharpest sword in the dark night.

The arrows stopped flying, and the leader said, "We don't care who you are. You are the one who takes money from others and helps them get rid of disasters. Your Excellency, we are offended!"

When Xu Yuan heard the words "Zhuifengtang", he felt a chill down his spine.

There are only three major forces in the capital, excluding those in the palace.

One is Zhuifeng Hall, which is said to be built by a desperate man. As long as enough money is paid, the head of the person to be killed will be delivered to the buyer within seven days unless the person is an important official of the dynasty.

It's not easy to be the camp leader of Zhuifengtang.

But Zhuifengtang is not an enemy of the imperial court, nor will it kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Besides, who hasn’t asked someone for help?

Therefore, most people in the capital city turn a blind eye.

The second one is the Poetry Pavilion.

The Poetry Pavilion is a gathering place for scholars and writers, where they can chat about love and romance or drink tea.

The consumption is not high, but the crowds are heavy.

It is a place for scholars and writers, without any real strength, nor is it like the Zhuifeng Hall, which has trained countless killers. The Poetry Pavilion ranks second among the three major forces because its status is comparable to that of the Wenhua Palace.

The winner of the poetry pavilion every year can skip the provincial examination and directly participate in the metropolitan examination.

Three years means three places.

Most of those who could enter the Wenhua Palace were companions of princes and princesses, or were from marquisate and noble families.

Ordinary people cannot afford to study in the four major academies or enter the Wenhua Palace, so the Poetry Pavilion is their only choice.

The third force is the largest brothel in the capital, Pinhualou.

The owner behind Pinhualou is unknown, but it is said to be a member of the royal family.

The reason why Pinhualou can be included as one of the three major forces is that it is the largest intelligence gathering center in the capital.

It holds many secrets and also holds leverage over many ministers.

This is also the reason why Pinhualou is so popular in Beijing but has never been closed down.

These three major forces are not a formal term, but a nickname among the people.

But Xuyuan never dared to underestimate any of them.

In the capital, imperial power is supreme.

Xu Yuan didn't believe those three big heads if they said they had nothing to do with the royal family.

"Then I'm a little curious, how much am I worth if I'm on the list?"

"Gold, ten thousand taels."

After the man finished speaking, he raised his sword, and the blade reflected a pair of cold eyes. He said, "Because of you, many people in the Chasing Wind Hall have been killed, so don't even think about buying your life."

Seeing that his plan was exposed, Bei Yao smiled slightly, "I don't know who Zhuifeng Hall belongs to, but you'd better not let me return to the capital alive, otherwise, I will massacre Zhuifeng Hall with blood."

Bei Yao said, and gripped the arrow feather with a little force.

On the rainy night, he moved very fast. Xu Yuan, who was watching carefully by the window, could not even keep up with Bei Yao's pace.

A master, truly an unrivaled master.

Even though he was injured, he was still able to handle things with ease.

Bei Yao didn't have a handy tone, but the arrow in his hand was the sharpest knife. After the arrowhead accurately pierced a person's neck, Bei Yao kicked and hooked up the long sword on the ground.

With the sword in hand, Bei Yao's movements became more graceful.

The masters of the Chasing Wind Hall were defeated one after another, and finally someone ordered, "Shoot!"

It was obvious that they were no match for them in close combat.

But if they attack from a distance, they can use the wheel tactics to consume Bei Yao's physical strength.

It takes at least ten people to draw the bow and shoot the arrows.

Bei Yao had to guard against arrows and worry about sneak attacks from all around, so he was not as at ease as before.

Xu Yuan looked at it, took a deep breath, and silently went out of the front door. He used the pillar to block his body, and then used his toes to hook the bow and arrow on the ground.

In just a moment, the bow and arrow were in hand.

She turned around, drew her bow, and aimed at the person hiding behind her, ready to shoot an arrow.

"call out!"

The long sword cuts through the air.

One man was shot and fell.

Bei Yao turned around and saw Xu Yuan continuing to draw arrows and pull the bow behind the pillar.

On the other side, the leading man in black said, "He has helpers! Let's fight quickly and decisively!"

However, while he was speaking, Xu Yuan pulled out two more arrows, gently closed one eye, aimed, and quickly let go.

Two more people fell.

After three people died in a row, Xu Yuan could no longer hide his wish.

Bei Yao jumped down from the eaves, picked up a longbow on the ground, and shot an arrow without even aiming.

He was completely soaked by the rain, his lips looked pale, but there was a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"I didn't expect you're good at archery."

Making a wish really gave him one surprise after another.

The two people stood back to back, both looking ahead vigilantly.

Xu Yuan said, "You are not bad. You can still be so strong even after being injured. It seems that even if I didn't save you that night, you would have survived."

"Each each other."

After Bei Yao finished speaking, he saw that the group of people had abandoned their longbows and were going for close combat, so he rushed forward with his sword.

He wandered around the yard like a ghost.

Xu Yuan shot a cold arrow at Bei Yao from behind.

A quarter of an hour later.

Bei Yao inserted the blood-stained tip of the sword into the soil to support his already weak body.

He turned around, looked at Xuyuan and said, "They are all dead."